I'm tired of people who have not been at war who know all about it.
I see too many men delay their exits with a sickly slow reluctance to leave the stage. It's bad theater as well as bad living
I live alone, he said simply. I live in the open. I hear the waves at night and see the black patterns of the pine boughs against the sky. With sound and silence and color and solitude, of course I se...
I learned to write nice as hell. Birds an' stuff like that, too; not just word writin'. My ol' man'll be sore when he sees me whip out a bird in one stroke. Pa's gonna be mad when he sees me do that....
For how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.
Everything is only for a day, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.
Everybody wants a little bit of land, not much. Jus’ som’thin’ that was his. Som’thin’ he could live on and there couldn’t nobody throw him off of it.
Before I knowed it, I was saying out loud, 'The hell with it! There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing. And some of the things folks...
Aron said slowly. I wouldn’t want to know that. I’d like to know why you do it. You’re always at something. I just wonder why you do it. I wonder what’s it good for.A pain pierced Cal’s heart. His pla...
If the written word has contributed anything at all to our developing species and our half developed culture, it is this: Great writing has been a staff to lean on, a mother to consult, a wisdom to pi...
And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey--a look of longing. "Lord! I wish I could go.
It is not only the size of these redwoods but their strangeness that frightens them. And why not? For these are the last remaining members of a race that flourished over four continents as far back in...
Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
You got a God. Don't make no difference if you don' know what he looks like.
There is no such thing as just enough money. Only two measures: No Money and Not Enough Money.
There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize.
The good story lay in half-told things which must be filled in out of the hearer’s own experience.
The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.
The Carmel is a lovely little river. It isn't very long but in its course it has everything a river should have. It rises in the mountains, and tumbles down a while, runs through shallows, is damned t...
Sometimes, a lie is told in kindness. I don't believe it ever works kindly. The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost.